| Tae the Weavers Gin
Ye Gang |
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| The Blackberry Bush |
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Traditional, arranged by the Tannahill Weavers
| Tradition has it that, at this time, all
young women carried a lemon in case of seduction. In most cases
(such as this) it was of little or no value as a deterrent. It did,
however, take the smile off their faces before they got home... |
LYRICS:
My heart was ance as blythe and free as summer days were lang
But a bonnie, westlin' weaver lad has gart me change my sang
Chorus:
Tae the weavers gin ye gang, my lass
Tae the weavers gin ye gang
I rede you richt gang ne'er at nicht
Tae the weavers gin ye gang
A bonnie westlin' weaver lad sat working at his loom
He took my heart as wi' a net in every knot and thrum
Chorus
I sat beside my warpin'-wheel, and aye I ca'd it roun'
But every shot and every knock my heart it gae a stoun
Chorus
The moon was sinking in the west, wi' visage pale and wan
As my bonnie westlin' weaver lad convey'd me thro' the glen
Chorus
But what was said, or what was done, shame fa' me gin I tell
But, oh! I fear the kintra soon will ken as weel's mysel'
Chorus
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